| IS it thy will thy image should keep open | |
| My heavy eyelids to the weary night? | |
| Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, | |
| While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight? | |
| Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee | 5 |
| So far from home, into my deeds to pry, | |
| To find out shames and idle hours in me, | |
| The scope and tenour of thy jealousy? | |
| O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great: | |
| It is my love that keeps mine eye awake; | 10 |
| Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, | |
| To play the watchman ever for thy sake: | |
| For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, | |
| From me far off, with others all too near. |